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1950s My Village by G Waller

MY VILLAGE We loved our dear old village, So many years our home. Still welcome never fails us. Whenever back we come. Its peaceful tidal river, The woodland, meadow, moor: They each recall a memory. Some treasured one of yore. Unrivalled charm that river; It seemed, a thing apart," A moorland ramble, picnic, Scarce less such joy of heart. Whilst…
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December 12, 2018